Hong Kong variety show: Young Master Kun, the ultimate behind-the-scenes boss!

Where is that place?

This is naturally the place where Chen Ziwen is located.

Chen Ziwen unleashed such powerful divine sense not because he wanted to, but because he wanted to hide for a while longer, until the group of old immortals behind him began to fight alongside their ancestor.

Like the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind, I could easily take down this group of playthings in front of me, but fate is beyond my control, and the system is even more beyond my control.

The moment all these treasures appeared, the system's powerful force began to absorb them all, and in the blink of an eye, the system began to upgrade rapidly.

"Congratulations, host, the system has been activated at 30%..."

Chen Ziwen was quite pleased to hear this, because many red dots on the map had begun to be eliminated.

After all, these are magical artifacts used by hundreds or thousands of people.

They were all absorbed by the figure near the top, and each of them was integrated into the system, which was immediately activated to 30%.

The various figures on the wall, each holding their prized possessions, had their plans to launch a full-scale attack on the old man, only to have them all snatched away. They were quite arrogant in their hearts.

"Who, who could be so treacherous as to steal all our treasures? Who is it?"

Although this group of people were trapped on the mountain and their strength was greatly depleted, they still roared.

After all, that magical artifact represented almost all of their life savings.

The old man was still somewhat affected by the fluctuation of divine consciousness just now, not to mention the group of people behind him.

The hundreds of people rushing towards them were all pinned behind them; the mountain range was densely packed with people.

Even the group of old immortals in front of them were terrified by this powerful force.

I was completely astonished.

"Who is this person that we can possibly handle?"

The old man also sat up from his chair, then hovered in mid-air, shouting across the distance to the other side.

"I wonder which gentleman has taken this seat? If you have the opportunity, please show yourself. My Jiangnan school is not one to kick someone when they're down. We hope this friend who has come from afar can discuss this matter with us..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Ziwen pursed his lips. He had originally wanted to make a quick and lavish entrance, but he never expected that he could only do it in this way.

Chen Ziwen shook his head.

"Alright, alright, stop flattering me, I'm coming..."

In an instant, Chen Ziwen seemed to have traveled through time and space, bringing with him Gui Sanyang and Liu Santong, and appeared directly in front of the old man, sitting down on the ground. At that moment, Liu Santong knelt down beside the old man.

"Grandmaster, what's wrong with you?...Pregnant?"

As Chen Ziwen looked around, the woman's brows furrowed.

"It's him?"

The Yin-Yang sect, Emei, Shaolin, and several others spoke in unison.

"An immortal?"

Chen Ziwen's dazzling debut signifies that, in terms of his current status, he has truly reached the pinnacle of success.

What kind of person is Chen Ziwen?

In this world, Chen Ziwen's entire divine consciousness is the most powerful, and quite formidable. At least so far, his power surpasses that of any individual.

The moment Liu Santong arrived, the old man looked at him with a furrowed brow.

"You unfilial descendant, didn't I tell you to stay far away from here and never come back for the rest of your life? Have you forgotten the mission you bear?"

Liu Santong was still crying and sobbing beside him, but when the old man saw Liu Santong, he looked him up and down, his brows furrowing.

"What's wrong with you? Where's the cold poison in your body? Is it gone?"

The old man could still observe the changes in Liu Santong. He shook his head and said to Liu Santong, who was earnestly trying to persuade him.

"Grandmaster, the benefactor you sent me down the mountain to find, that saint, I have found. He is an immortal being, and his entire being possesses immense power. It was he who removed the Yin-cold poison from my body..."

Upon hearing this, the patriarch frowned and looked Liu Santong up and down.

But then he discovered that there was a trace of masculine energy in him that he couldn't understand at all.

"What's wrong with your body? I can't figure it out. Oh well, maybe it's fate. Since you're here, stay in the Jiangnan Grand Formation and protect your fellow disciples. If you have the chance, leave this place immediately and never come back. I should settle things with this place."

The old man spoke with great righteousness, but Chen Ziwen, who was behind him, came over and curled his lip in disapproval.

"All you people do is spout nonsense. Alright, stop talking rubbish. The situation hasn't even reached the final stage yet. How do you know you can't do it?"

Liu Santong tugged at his glasses, then turned to look at the crowd in front of him and said.

"I will remember every single thing you have done to my Jiangnan faction. There will be plenty of time in the future, and I will repay you a hundredfold..."

"I have done very little for my ancestor, but I will keep it all in my heart. If I have the time in the future, and if I am still able to leave this land, I will make you pay with your lives..."

To be honest, this Liu Santong really does have a certain air about him, and Chen Ziwen couldn't bear to expose him.

With the paltry sums of money in front of him, who else could he possibly torment?

They don't even look in the mirror to see their own worth.

Chen Ziwen stared intently at the crowd in front of him. The various figures hidden among them revealed their true nature when they saw Chen Ziwen's different auras.

The old monk from Shaolin Temple, who was lying in the coffin, suddenly shook it open with a palm, and the entire coffin flew straight towards them.

His entire body was emaciated, like half a corpse that had been buried in the ground for several years.

The plump nun at another location, whose face was originally quite gentle, turned grim the moment she saw Chen Ziwen. She flicked her whisk and rushed directly towards Chen Ziwen.

Needless to say, the members of the Yin-Yang Sect, with a single step and lightning speed, began preparing to fight Chen Ziwen.

On the contrary, the little girl who was hiding inside the Liu family building has disappeared.

"An immortal, absolutely an immortal! Old man, you said there would be no immortals in your sect in the future, and now you've just witnessed one right before our eyes!"